Chapter 1021 is named Liuli

Regarding Huan Daofei's attitude, Huan Zicheng has become accustomed to it.

He stood in front of the window slightly, looked at Huan Daofei's eyes, but saw that his father was no longer the crooked and slanted appearance he had some time ago, and looked a little more energetic, but his face was still ugly, and he was wrinkled on the back of his hands.

"Father is well. Huan Zicheng bowed slightly, and his voice was still cold as before.

Huan Dao looked at him uncertainly, and opened his mouth to spit out a word: "Get out!"

His voice was soft, as if he couldn't make a louder sound. And when he said this word, he also seemed to be extremely laborious, and it took half a day to close his open mouth, and green tendons appeared on the corners of his forehead.

"There are some old things, I want to ask my father. Huan Zicheng was not moved at all, turned around and stepped on the platform, and walked into the house.

It was very warm in the west room, burning the whole area of the earth dragon, even if Huan Daofei opened the window to the maximum, the room was still a spring temperature.

Huan Zicheng took off his clothes and handed them to the dumb slave, and sat on an armchair behind Huan Daofei, while the dumb slave stood behind him.

Huan Daofei didn't look back, but he laughed in a very loud voice, and said in an extremely unsteady voice: "Guts...... Small...... Ghost ......"

It was like three words squeezed out of his throat, and when he finished speaking, he gasped for breath, obviously tired.

Huan Zicheng didn't answer, only took out an object from his sleeve and handed it to the dumb slave: "Show it to my father." ”

The dumb slave stepped forward to take the thing, and then placed it on the windowsill in front of Huan Daofei, and immediately retreated to its original place.

Huan Daofei's throat came the sound of bellows-like breathing.

As he gasped, he raised his hand tremblingly, as if to dust off what had been on the windowsill.

But when his gaze touched the object, his hand was raised, and Huer froze in mid-air.

At that moment, his rickety body trembled, like a dead branch swept by the wind, and his head kept pointing down, as if to see what was in front of him carefully.

"You...... Be...... From...... Where ......" a dry and unpleasant voice, like sand on the ear drums of people.

Huan Zicheng put his hand on the Xuanqi case on the side, and his face was as usual: "Zhao Guo, Yintang." ”

"Hidden ...... Hide...... "Even though it is extremely difficult to pronounce words, the tail note of Huan Daofei is rising, which should be asking Huan Zicheng what is the hidden hall.

Huan Zicheng understood what he meant very well, so he said unhurriedly: "The Hidden Hall is a mysterious organization built by the remnants of the former Qin Dynasty, and it is in the Zhao Kingdom. They seem to have something to do with what you see, but the people in the Hidden Hall who know the cause of this are almost dead. That's why I came to ask my father, do you know this thing?" After a pause, he smiled indifferently: "No matter how much my father hates me, he should also take the Huan family first." If this game is not broken, I'm afraid that the same mistakes will be repeated. ”

Huan Daofei didn't speak.

If Huan Zicheng stood in front of the window, he would find that when his father looked down at that thing, the expression on his face suddenly softened.

"Original...... Originally...... Is...... She's ......" sigh sounded in the twilight of winter, indescribably desolate.

"Who is he?" Huan Zicheng asked, but his tone was not urgent, while speaking, he pointed his finger on the case, tapping rhythmically, "Tuk Tuk" sounded: "Before the assassination of the prince, this thing appeared, but then His Majesty did not pursue it, now I think about it, His Majesty had asked his father about this matter at that time, and I feel that my father may know this thing." Besides, the Second Highness conspired against the incident, and his son found this thing from the Guangming Palace, such a thing, my father really knows the root of it, right?"

This time, Huan Daofei did not express his resistance again.

He laboriously closed his eyes, and a vague but beautiful face appeared in his mind.

That was a long time ago.

After the assassination of the crown prince, when he saw this object in the hands of Emperor Zhongyuan, he also had a brief moment of shock.

But then he relented. For he could see at a glance that it was a fake, not an old thing from the man he knew.

At this moment, Huan Zicheng put another fake in front of his eyes.

Huan Daofei let out a long sigh.

Like a smoke, he really doesn't want to mention it anymore.

It was the ugliest scar in the depths of his heart, and even if he died, he didn't want to tell anyone, let alone his eldest son, whom he had never liked.

It's just that he always has to mention two sentences when he should mention something.

As Huan Zicheng said, after all, this is a matter related to the survival of the Huan family, and he, the former Duke of Huan, can't really ignore it.

Huan Daofei hung his head slightly, stared at the thing for a long time, and after a while, he sighed again and said intermittently: "Back then...... King Jing...... Knee...... There was once a daughter, numbered ...... Lord of Liuli County ......"

The north wind howled low, blowing through this small courtyard with smoke, and Huan Daofei's voice seemed to be swept up and thrown down by the wind, and it was vague and difficult to distinguish in the ears.

"Goolulu", the wind came quickly, and suddenly swept the thing on the windowsill to the ground and landed on the thick green felt.

It is a white seal stone, and when it falls on the green felt, it is like a little snow mark falling on the moss, which is very eye-catching.

The dumb slave's gaze stopped at the seal, and his face darkened for a moment.

On the seal, engraved a phoenix bird bathing in fire, looking up to the sky, as if it was making a loud cry......

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Mo Buli leaned in front of the couch and looked at the porcelain cup in his hand.

There was clear water in the lamp, but under the contrast of the light, the color was oily, like a poison.

He closed his eyes, picked up the porcelain cup, and drank it all.

"The lord has suffered. Chen Huigu stood aside, pressed a towel to the corner of her eyes, and choked up: "In such a place, the wronged lord suffered such a big crime, and he didn't even have a cup of hot tea." ”

Saying that, she put down the veil again, and said angrily: "Ah Xia is also stupid, ask her to go out to buy, why doesn't she know how to buy some tea? Don't you think that she has made a meritorious service, so she has set up a score?" She seemed to be more and more annoyed the more she spoke, and said with raised eyebrows: "This is not her own work, in the final analysis, if it wasn't for the lord who arranged Ah Xi to enter the city gate, how could we people escape? The lord's credit is the greatest." ”

On the night of Shoucheng Palace, it was Ah Xia who delivered the news to Guangming Palace in time, and he couldn't leave to arrange a retreat in a hurry. On the one hand, he informed Du Xiaoqi that he had to come forward to delay time, and on the other hand, he ordered Ah Xi to quietly open the city gate, so that they could retreat.

"It's just a glass of water, and it's not that I haven't drunk it, Aunt Hui is not annoyed. Mo Buli handed the teacup to Aunt Chen Hui, with a gentle expression, and patted her hand: "Ah Xia is still young, and Aunt Hui needs to teach her more." Now we're all here, that's fine. As long as we dodge this time, we can get up again. ”